Song She Bangs - Ricky Martin. Talk to me. Tell me your name. You blow me off like it's all the same. You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away. Like a bomb. Yeah, baby. Talk to me. Tell me your sign
the boys. But if your beer was the sea of Cortez. You'd be drowning in the sound of your own voice. . Chorus. Hey, Ricky, you're a low down heel. You're a minus zero on the scale of me. With your
She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls. . I feel a premonition that girl's gonna make me fall. . She's into new sensations new kicks in the candle light. . She's got a new addiction f